The Love of Mas Paijo

Chapter 81: Luxury House

This may be the true definition of a luxury home. Luxury, mepet rice fields. Located on the right wing of the Paijo wood factory area. The right and back sides of this house are completely surrounded by rice plants that are still green.

Before their move, Paijo invited Saras to see the results of the renovation that could be said to be impromptu. A piece of house with one bedroom, living room, living room and kitchen space whose walls are still wet, because it was just finished in the floor with cement.

Saras smiled to find that the house was now without rough walls. Unlike the statement of Paijo who had worried if Saras refused to live in a tenement house far from the word appropriate because of rough walled walls.

"This is why the walls are all smooth?" saras asked half-sniffed.

"Hahaha, I'm afraid my wife's hands or arms are scuffed if the walls are rough"

Isn't that so sweet? Saras blushed and did not hesitate to kiss Paijo's right cheek.

"Cup. ah so sweet my husband"

"Not here yet?" point Paijo at his left cheek.

"okay!" The short, sweet kiss landed twice. Right and Left should not be envious.

But Paijo was not satisfied either. "That's envy, baby!" seductive Paijo, putting his lips together. Ask for it in the kiss. Saras shook his head with a crisp smile beating the crispness of the rambak crackers.

"Ahay, flirty Mas Paijo!"

Paijo just chuckled, unwilling to force as well. If you want, he can too.

They continued to walk around, even though the house looked simple and half-finished, Saras looked happy and very excited. He even smiled from earlier. Until the moment in the kitchen Saras head looked up. There seems to be less.

"Where's the bathroom?"

Paijo grinned, that's the problem. Paijo opened the rear door of the house with a dutch model, a wooden door that has two functions at once, namely as a door and a window.

Straight from the door, Paijo's hand pointed at a building with a wooden board, complete with an asbestos roof. Saras gawking bego.

"Why don't you make a bathroom in Israel!"

So their bathroom is separate from the building of the house. Mentally, about two hundred and fifty meters away from the main building. Paijo laughed instead, finding Saras's pouting face, as if his wife would not stop mengedumel until next year.

"About the land is vast, yes, continue to make the bathroom arrogant. That's a long way from Mas!"

Paijo embraced Saras' shoulder, stroking gently there. I mean let Saras calm down. "Hi, horrified first, it has a purpose and purpose why put there,"

"So, I've made a proposal only there is the purpose and purpose of everything"

Instead of being offended, Paijo started telling stories. And stupidly Saras, he's just interested in listening.

"You see there's a bong well over there?" Saras' eyes followed the direction of her husband's index finger.

"Konon, the well was made by the first owner of this land, used to water plants during drought, the farmers around used to also often take a bath there, he said, since it was the only well closest to this rice field area, the water was also clear until now."

"Then from that, it means that we make new, and not necessarily also the source water here is good like that well, so what's wrong with us making a bathroom near there all?"

"More practical!" Paijo ends his story with a stupid drengesan.

But Saras still did not accept that reason. "Why not put a pipe aja Mas, in the channel here which is closer to that loh," "swear, I can not imagine, pee keblet must run up there, euuuhhhhh..."

Paijo grinned again, "Don't imagine darling, the call of nature must defeat everything, run a distance of two hundred meters, even though you're still on the battlefield, I guarantee you're picking out that shit instead of holding it up, right?!"

"Hla that's my husband's problem.it can be brojol in the middle of the road before arriving!"

"Hahaha... calm down later I will accompany you kog!"

Chaperoned? what does it mean that Paijo is willing to accompany when Saras wants to urinate?

Hish, sometimes Paijo sucks like that. Okay, Saras was fascinated by the rough walls that have been smoothed now. But this, the fundamental bathroom, is a condition of tremendous importance. Could be ignored.

"Now, tell me what the other purpose is, why is the bathroom so far away?"

"Hemmft, actually this makes the most sense as well, because the fitting makes the bathroom and toilet it must be fast, yes the drumstick ala perfungnya. Therefore, if the pup runs out, the smell does not go out into the house. More comfortable, right? hehe...."

Saras's shoulder slumped, whatever and however he had promised to accept all these limited conditions. Promised to go wherever her husband went.

"Where dear, do you mind staying here?" paijo's face was clear, like a kitten who was sheltering in the rain.

By encouraging himself, it seemed Saras had to be sincere. "Okay, I still want to be invited to stay here, but the condition is you have to want to help me fit my malem I want to pee or pup, promise!?"

"Okay, promise!"

None of them were not amazed by the greatness of Paijo choosing a wife. All commented and did not even awkwardly praise the beauty of Saraswati.

Pak Anwar who sholeh even though his name is no frills sholeh also seduces Paijo.

"Well, Mas Paijo, his wife is beautiful, I don't think she's human!"

"What does it matter, sir?" reply to another friend.

"This is an angel who's stopping by to coffee on earth!" Their laughter broke, it was a rumble but Saras liked it. He felt alive again, after a month ago full of sorrow.

"Sir Anwar thought, our world is angkringan times yes, stop by the coffee pesen!" The other lip. Among them was only one silent creature, running praising, glancing only not daring. Yadi, sitting stuck in the corner and prefer the focus of eating cornbasket.

"I'm not an angel sir, I don't like coffee either!" reply Saras.

"Keep what does Brother Saras like?"

"I love Mas Paijo!" answer Saras as flat as possible.

And cie, cie, it sounds great there. When Saras replied to the fight. Paijo in gombalin even cuek. It's really cool.

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"Where are we going, Mom?"

Saras asked because Paijo drove the motor in a different direction to go home.

"Come to the Aminah store first!"

"What would you buy?" Saras was a bit confused, because he did not know exactly what the store was.

"Will you sleep on the mat tomorrow?"

"Oh, I forgot, we don't have a bed yet, hehe..."

"That's very important, my friend,"

"Hum..."

"You ask dong Mas, why is it important not just hem, what the hell!" Sewot.

Marrying Saraswati is guaranteed not boring. Beautiful with all her unique attitude. Adults, though sometimes still childish, understanding, funny, crybaby, and sometimes like today, bring it for mercy. Complete already in borong all the same Saras.

"Yes, why is it important?"

Paijo must be patient when he is also driving a motorcycle instead of a car. Sometimes Saras's voice from behind flies in the wind. So it's not clear what Saras is talking about.

"You're cooking, I'm still asking. Obviously it's important, later if there's no bed, what do we wear?"

"Don't say it can be on the mat, it's not good Mas, atos, surely our bodies will hurt all," said Saras quickly.

Paijo seems to have to check Saras' forehead. The phase of the caramel like this that makes the thigh sniff, eh means chest sniffing. No asking, asked asking. The question is still in the say, "cook you so still ask Mas!"

Wes angel-angel, women are amazing. He wants to be loved and understood. Don't ask why?

Later on in the gas, cook it ask!

Take note of Mas Paijo!

Lucky when choosing a bed Saras not fussy. He memorized the brand of spring bed that is good quality. What's expensive, right? what matters is durable. That was said earlier.

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Hi how are you? May you always be healthy, amen.

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